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Quidditch Mishaps

Ancestors Era Masterlist

Word Count: 599

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Pairing(s): Young!Poppy Pompfrey x friend!Reader, Young!Pomona Sprout x friend!Reader

Summary: You get a nasty injury during quidditch and your roommate, Poppy is assigned to watch you.

Warnings: pain, medicine

Characters: Young!Poppy Pomfrey, Young!Pomona Sprout

Characters mentioned: Young!Minerva McGonagall

Ancestors Era FC + Aesthetics

Notes:

Poppy, Pomona, and reader are all Hufflepuffs

they all share a dorm.

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“And just what do you think you are doing?” 

Your body freezes in surprise, your mind going haywire with an unholy amount of cuss words.

You turn your head to see your roommate with her hands on her hips, looking like an angry mother. At this moment you think you would’ve preferred your actual mother to be angry at you. 

“I wanted some water.” You mumbled lamely, not meeting your friends' eyes. 

You hear Poppy scoff and her angry footsteps moving towards you. “And you couldn’t have asked for it?” She said while wrapping one of her arms around your waist.

“Pomona! Come help me please!” Poppy called 

You heard some feet moving then saw Pomona emerge from her cubby in your dorm. When she saw you on your feet her eyebrows raised, “She’s up again?” 

“Yes, now come help me please.” Poppy gestured to you

“You guys know I'm right here, correct?” You say earning a glare from Poppy, silencing you.

Pomona made her way over to your other side and the both of them helped you back to your bed. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, before hissing as your leg moved causing a sharp pain to rise within your ankle.

Poppy sighed, “Mona, can you get the ointment by the water chug please?” 

You saw your red-headed friend nod and walk away.

“It's fine,” You winced, “Truly.” 

Poppy’s mouth thinned, but she didn’t make any comments. 

“Here you are, Pops.” Pomona emerged once more with an ointment in her hands

Poppy mumbled a thanks as she began to unwrap the bandage that was wrapped around your, once broken, but still bruised ankle. 

“Careful.” You hissed, your ankle trembling in pain

“Sorry, I'm sorry!” Poppy said rubbing some of the cool ointment on your ankle.

You sighed in relief and leaned back against your pillow, “Thanks, Poppy.” 

Poppy put the cap back onto the bottle of ointment but was still shaking her head, “Why you insist on riding on those blasted things always puzzles me.” 

“Brooms?” You questioned

“Of course! I mean the game itself is dangerous on its own, how they allow it to be played at a school is ridiculous!” Poppy ranted angrily

“Quidditch is fun.” You answer

“Getting hurt is fun to you?  You got blasted off your broom at your last game, and you still want to play?” Poppy asked

“Well getting hurt isn’t fun, obviously, but the adrenaline rush of it all is. Besides, all sports are dangerous in some ways.” You say 

“Yes, getting attacked by a magically induced, prone. to. injure…ball is so much fun.” 

“The medi-witch already fixed my broken ankle, and the bruising will stop by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” You answer

“It would heal a lot faster if you stayed in your bed.” Pomona spoke. You shot her a look as if to say, ‘Whose side are you on?’. She shrugged in return. 

“Mona is quite right. Don’t deny it.” Poppy shot you a look

“You treat me as if I'm acting like Minnie after her latest quidditch injury.” You point out, causing Poppy to flush pink.

“If you were acting like Minerva was, we would be having an entirely different conversation.” Poppy said

“Yes, yes.” You mumble under your breath annoyed

“It’s getting late.” Mona pointed out

Poppy nodded, then looked at you, “Try to get some sleep please.” 

The three of you bid your ‘good nights’ and you made yourself comfortable without putting weight on your ankle.

Poppy was right, she always was when it came to injuries. But you weren’t going to admit that. Not tonight. 

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edited on 05/16/2024